Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death
It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,
White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne’s lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer’s pace.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- I have been tricked by flying too close by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- 71 Ways For A Writer To Make Money
- Robert Burns: Lines Written On A Banknote:
- For The Future by Wendell Berry
- On The Conduct Of The World Seeking Beauty Against Government poem – Allen Ginsberg
- Василий Жуковский – Эолова арфа
- Robert Burns: Braw Lads O’ Galla Water:
- Prologue To Spring by Sylvia Plath
- Зинаида Александрова – Новый снег
- John Milton – John Milton Poems
- The Sun Of The First Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- Ольга Берггольц – Детскосельский парк
- Forex Trading Strategies – Divining the Mysteries of Candlestick Charts and Patterns
- Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry
- Robert Burns: Remorseful Apology:
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.